16 . spring catch-all

[necrolord]

Who: John Gaius and company.
What: Important conversations, old ghosts, bodyswaps.
When: March into April
Where: Trench

Content Warnings: Tagged in headers as needed. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

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[wannasmash]

No one responds to the gesture. In visual media characters use gestures as stances, or people to use them for concentration, but it doesn't affect the vestiges hovering at the edges of perception (one a bit less "solid" than the rest).

"You could be doing so much good, bringing life instead of death..." he murmurs. "We need to find a way to switch back."

Here's the tricky bit. Awkwardness of having a different body aside, does John want to give up having two sets of power? Granted, Midoriya's Quirk is difficult to use. He learned that the hard way. Furthermore, the vestiges would harry John every step of the way. But, Midoriya surmises, one doesn't rule an empire for ten thousand years without being persistent.

Midoriya counts on John's lack of knowledge about his Quirk to prevent himself from panicking. John isn't the only one who can hardly bear to think about a worst-case scenario.

[necrolord]

John doesn't flinch at the implication he's been wasting his power on vengeance, much as the subject has hung so loudly unspoken these past few months. He does look up, his eyes two deep shadows in Midoriya's face, with an air of deep exhaustion.

"I've done that bit," he says, of bringing life. "I've sworn off resurrections."

Still. He drops his borrowed hands, and splays his palms again like a man giving up without a fight.

"I'm with you. Any cursebreaking ideas? I'll hear them."

[wannasmash]

("Hey, just what do you mean about resurrections? Are you messing around with corpses? Hoping to make bigger better humans, huh? Well, I got news for you--" "Shut up a minute!")

"Not undead, no..." Midoriya says, oblivious to the bickering going on inside John's head. He just thinks John is touching his own head to check that everything is where it's meant to be. He knows necromancy can sense bodily processes like that. "I meant healing. Which is why I thought you might have more ideas about how the body works than me. My Quirk doesn't heal or rewind or anything like that."

Just a bunch of odd comic book superpowers in addition to the voices he never talks about with anyone he's met in Trench. He gently and experimentally rolls his shoulders. He's technically a Darkblood now, isn't he...

"I don't know if our Omens switched too. Uh... your Omen... won't attack me, will they?"

He levels slightly wide eyes at John-in-his-body. The insectoid horror was a force to be reckoned with on the beach. Midoriya remembers aiming air blasts at her as covering fire for Paul's mad dash across the black sand.